Do you known someone who is taking meds and has suddenly exclaimed: "I feel great!!!! I'm going to start weaning off my meds! Weeeeee!!" (Moi, perhaps?)

Well.... encourage her NOT to do so without speaking with her psychiatrist first. The doc will help the patient evaluate and come up with a plan if needed. If the plan fails (which has often for me)- then the doctor knows and can help with another plan.

For the ones weaning: It's a bad idea to wean and not tell anyone. One day- a friend may find you in a closet, holding a knife in paranoia. Or you may crash and decide to take a bunch of pills, blow your brains out, or jump off a bridge. Seriously, you can go from feeling happy and healthy to something dark and painful in a matter of days.

Figure out your go to person- the person who sees you or talks to you regularly. The person who can help gauge if you are messing with your meds and need help.

And if you are the family or friend, think about what it means to be the go-to person and offer if you can.

Sleepy surprise. Hits. Each and every night.Round. Peach. 100. Round. White. 200. Either Or.Overdose with a handful.Quit.Upturn the lives of those who need you.Equalize the mind-fuck: one ragged girl for the pain of others.Let's not do this. Love, Jeanne. PS. Because I said so.

Before I was hospitalized in September, I did not sweat while sleeping. Now I do and will blame the Klonopin.

I had no idea, until I did a bit of research, that Klonopin's half life is 100 fucking hours. This mean if you take 1 mg Monday at 10 pm, you have 1/2 mg still left in your body on Saturday at 2 am. But since I was taking 1 mg at the very least at bed time, I was getting more K in my system each night, sometimes more during the day, leading me to believe I had more in my system than needed.

Therefore, I was feeling groggy and irritated. But guess what people like me, like us, tend to do. We accept how we feel as our baseline. This simply is NOT true. If you are on meds and you don't feel so great, day after day, you begin to think that you feel that way because you were born to feel that way. You deserve to feel like shit for xyz reasons. And you just get used to it.

As a sometimes smart human, I have control over my body and my decisions. After my hospital stay, I switched psychiatrists (obviously, he wasn't helping much- especially since he sad, "Nah, you don't need a therapist. All they do is talk and talk about themselves." I am on different meds and feel good, except that now, I sweat through my clothes, sheets, and comforter each night. HELP!!! Does anyone what to do? A home ready of sorts? Or is this what my body is doing to rid the nasty Klonopin from it.

If you have any homemade remedies that have worked for you, please let me know. Homemade..... yes. Did I tell you that I'm a hippy at heart?